The weekends with the 'planned' downtime still seem to fill themselves up.
Things always seem to creep in- intentional or otherwise. Initially awakened by my almost two year old in a soaked diaper, I changed him and let him cuddle back to sleep between my husband and I, at 3:30 this morning.
Do you have those moments where you know yourself incredibly well and recognize the path before you prior to even taking it? I knew there was a very slim chance I would fall back to sleep. Anything after 3 am is hit or miss on additional sleep. I attempted for about forty minutes and begrudgingly hoisted my pregnant belly out of bed and tip-toed out the door with socks and pants in hand.
Sitting at the large island in my kitchen overlooking a black backyard, I turned on the little glow lights we have on a shelf and made a cup of Traverse City Lavender Early Grey tea.
My mind begins to wander to my list of things for the day (including grocery shopping), and I adamantly place a "shh" finger on the mouthpiece of my mind and beg a moment's silence before little feet come flying down the stair in anticipation of oatmeal and the day's givings.
None of these small details individually hold any importance. Random habits of a very pregnant woman in the midst of motherhood. Collectively, there's a mental health component I have completely forgotten existed in the stillness of the morning.
Take a moment for your mind this morning. The smells are fresher and the air is quieter. All in all, it's good for the soul.
Nothing in all cr